The den Ace had dug out was well dug and indeed spacious, allowing me to freely stretch out and even roll around if I felt. I had no complaints, other than the fact it was freaking cold. I should’ve worn a hoodie or something. I curled up on the handmade mat of leaves and sand, hoping for a bit more comfort.
I wrapped my arms tight around myself, my legs clenched together as I tried to pretend the cold wasn’t sinking bone-deep. But my body had other plans; no matter how much I resisted, the shivering wouldn’t stop. Not just from the cold—but from everything I didn’t say earlier.
Everything I didn’t let myself feel. But now, alone in the dim quiet of my den, Ace wasn’t here to distract me. The only thing of him remaining was the shadow of his voice, clinging to my skin, stubborn and smoky like the embers outside.
It was…new. I had my doubts about him even answering my
I didn’t dare breathe, not properly. Not with the heat of his touch seeping into my skin, seeping in like lava. Or how his featherlight touches sent jolts through my nerves and shivers through my body. I was slowly losing focus, barely remembering what had come before this. What was I overthinking about again…?His palm slid higher—slowly—skimming the underside of my ribs, his fingers dragging along my skin like he was memorizing it. My jaw clenched, refusing to allow him the satisfaction of a reaction. Ace moved like a man who already knew the effect he had on me.Every inch of him radiated confidence. Not the fake, performative kind, but something deeper. Like a promise written in a different language and spoken only through muscle and heat.“Breathe,” he murmured into the back of my neck. His voice grew lower, roughened by restraint and a sliver of amusement. “If you keep clenching like that, bug…I’m going to think you want me to lose control.”His hand continued to explore my body
The den Ace had dug out was well dug and indeed spacious, allowing me to freely stretch out and even roll around if I felt. I had no complaints, other than the fact it was freaking cold. I should’ve worn a hoodie or something. I curled up on the handmade mat of leaves and sand, hoping for a bit more comfort.I wrapped my arms tight around myself, my legs clenched together as I tried to pretend the cold wasn’t sinking bone-deep. But my body had other plans; no matter how much I resisted, the shivering wouldn’t stop. Not just from the cold—but from everything I didn’t say earlier.Everything I didn’t let myself feel. But now, alone in the dim quiet of my den, Ace wasn’t here to distract me. The only thing of him remaining was the shadow of his voice, clinging to my skin, stubborn and smoky like the embers outside.It was…new. I had my doubts about him even answering my
The fire that had crackled and popped eventually simmered down to a quiet pulse of orange and red. Setiray sat with her arms crossed, and her legs tucked up against her chest. I bet she regrets not bringing a hoodie or something right now. She’d barely said a word since we settled in, but her jaw set like she was trying to chew through whatever thoughts were scraping at her skull. I could practically hear the gears turning from here. Her chin was slightly tilted, like she wasn’t watching me from the corner of her eye. But, she was. And not in an admiration I like, more of a “patiently waiting for this assh*le to leave already”. “You like your den?” I asked casually, popping one of the berries the guys had gathered earlier into my mouth. “It’s spacious and really cozy. I might even have to sleep there tonight.”Her head turned so quickly that it almost gave me whiplash. “Huh? Wait, never mind that. Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be with your little friends around the corner i
“Damn it!” For a second, I thought it was one of those creeps, but it turned out to be just him. “What’re you doing, you f*cking pervert,” I snapped, glaring up at him.“Pervert? You’re acting as if I haven’t seen you completely undressed,” he smirked, lifting a shoulder lazily. “Are you shy all of a sudden, now that I’m here? You weren’t like this last time.”I turned around, ignoring his comment. Don’t give in, Sets. This is how he strings you along to play his childish games. With my silence, there was nothing but the distant sound of waves crashing, the only audible sound surrounding us, as I waited for his departure until I heard a soft thud. Against my better judgment, my eyes snuck a peek over to him. Only to find his shirt had already been discarded, tossed behind me as his fingers toyed with the waistband of his pants. Then, without a word, he tugged them down—boxers included—and stood there, fully bare, completely unfazed.My breath caught. I didn’t mean to look, well, I tr
His sudden demand to sleep in the same den as me caught me by surprise. I was about to question him, my mouth opening to voice my disbelief, until I realized the look on his face. One that dared me to challenge him so he could string me along. But, I didn't give him the satisfaction. Instead, I busied myself with the coconuts. Not taking his words seriously.By the time I cracked open the last coconut, the sun hung low, casting long shadows across the beach. My arms ached as my fingers grew raw from peeling and smashing husks against the sharp rock I had found.Ace hadn’t said anything since earlier. He just sat there with his arms crossed, radiating heat that had nothing to do with the sun. Not that I cared. It was peaceful with his trap shut, allowing me to work in peace. The crunch of sand under heavy boots pulled my attention from the coconuts I’d been stacking. I brushed my palms against my pants as four unfamiliar figures emerged from the treeline—clearly, the rest of our team.
The heat of the sun scorched my back as I trudged through the sand, my eyes scanning for potential paths to climb the steep hills leading to the towering mountains. The easier, the better. That way, we can preserve our energy by taking an easy route instead of wrestling with thick underbush and hanging vines. Setiray, as stubborn and reluctant as she was, soon caught up with me. I shot a sideways glance at her, unable to ignore how her wet clothes clung to her body. Even though it was black, providing skin coverage, it was thin enough for the outline of her bra to show. Her pants hugged her curves like a glove, exposing her figure that lurked beneath.My eyes trailed her, reminiscing about how god-damn sweet she tasted. How firm yet soft her breasts felt. My hands itched to grab her, Nathaniel demanding that we pursue her and make her ours, properly this time.She was both distracting and infuriating. If this is how I saw her, there’s no doubt those other f*ckers wouldn’t think twic